Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.The Illness Industry


'I got to the Doctor's office, ' Scarlett said,
'and
THE FREAKIN' PLACE WAS CLOSED FOR THE NEXT FIVE DAYS! ! '
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  • Rookie S. A. S. (7/25/2008 12:03:00 AM)

    ends on a Rhett-orical note-!

    Fun to read and frightening that it is so true as anyone caught in the healthcare whirl will know. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peele (7/24/2008 9:11:00 AM)

    Chris or Cretan - I swear they hold us in disdain for even going to them in the first place. You got to admit they've got a point. I found your deliberate contrast of opinions to be awakening, between what we are fed to believe and the unsavory truth...there is very little care in American medicine! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mark Nwagwu (7/23/2008 5:13:00 AM)

    This takes me all over the place EXACTLY what I go through going to see a doctor, or seeing doctor, or just going to the pharmacy - it's all a whirl, fear, sweat, not much happening really and nothing happens in the end. And I can go home with Helen and continue living in her liquid eyes where there's life and peace. I liked your poem a lot, Chris; it is fast paced, or is it heart paced made not to take you to a doc. (Report) Reply

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